A/N: I had this sitting around and decided to finish and post it. Set between Alien Chapter 27 and the Epilogue. I'm trying to get a Christmas chapter done for either Monday or Tuesday. I have to bake for the holidays and have to work the weekend so I don't know if I'll get it done on time. I'm hoping I will.
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"I swear Shayera, you have the nastiest cravings I have ever heard of. Are you eating that straight out of the jar?" John asked, laughing as his wife dug her finger around the jar of mayonnaise. She was sitting on top of the kitchen counter and literally moaned in satisfaction with the next finger full.

"But it's so good John. I'm entirely grossed out because I know it shouldn't be and I'm going to gain a million pounds from this but I swear this is the best thing I've ever tasted right this second," She told him, moving her left leg so she could open the drawer beneath her to find a spoon. "I could eat this entire jar. How disgusting is that?"

He shook his head, amused and disgusted at the same time, and opened the refrigerator. "Shayera where's all the...never mind. I guess I'm going to have to go food shopping."

She looked up at him innocently, the spoon stuck between her lips. "You don't have to go alone. I can go with you. I'm the one eating everything. Besides, you won't buy half of the things I'll probably want anyway."

"Which is probably a good thing. You can't buy the entire inventory," He pointed out, closing the fridge with a bottle of water in his hand.

She shrugged, scarfing down another spoonful of mayo. "You're going to be the one making the midnight runs then," She said with a playful grin. "If that's how you want to do it."

He rolled his eyes, smiling over at her. "Shay?"

"Hm?" she answered, scraping the sides of the jar.

"Would you like a turkey sandwich with that mayonnaise?" He asked, trying not to laugh at her.

She shook her head, "The sad thing is that I don't want anything with this. It's fantastic."

Shayera snickered at the disgusted look on her husband's face, "You're so gross."

"I can't help it! It's the pregnancy, I swear," She insisted as she ate another spoonful. "I don't even normally eat mayonnaise."

He laughed quietly as he mumbled, "Apparently."

She looked up from the jar to see him slip his power ring on and frowned. "You're leaving? I thought you had the day off."

"I had to switch monitor duty shifts with Green Arrow. Then I'm going to get food since you devoured it all. I won't be that long," He promised, smirking. "Unless you call me a million times with different things to pick up from the store."

She smirked as he moved to walk past her. "Ah ah ah," She mused, hopping off the counter and walking in front of him. "You don't think you're getting out of here without a kiss."

He grimaced, trying to hide a smile. "Right now, I'd like to."

She shook her head. "If you love me, John, you'll kiss me and like it."

"I like it when it isn't flavored like mayonnaise Shay," He told her, smiling as he put a hand behind her neck and kissed the top of her head. "There."

She grabbed his arm as he made another attempt to move past her. "Nope, that's not gonna work."

He sighed, looking up at the ceiling. "Shayera."

"Kiss me."

"I'm not going to kiss you."

"Kiss me or you're not leaving."

"Shay."

She smiled at him playfully and ate another bite of mayonnaise. "Kiss me now."

"No," He laughed. "That's gross."

"So?"

He nodded slowly, running a hand through her hair and pressing his forehead against hers. She smiled triumphantly, sure she had won until he ducked his head and kissed her cheek. "So go brush your teeth," He reiterated, moving her out of his way gently. "I'll see you later."

"Fine but I'm going on eBay and spending all your money on baby clothes," She called after him, her voice whiny. He knew she was joking.

"I'm sure you are Shay," He replied.

"Mmmhmm we'll see. Oh hey for real though," She said as she capped the jar and put it away. "Can you pick up some more of that Oreo fudge cake stuff? I have a feeling I'm going to want that later. Oh and chocolate chip cookies, I want those too."

"Anything is better than mayonnaise."

"So you'll get it?" She asked, leaning against the door frame and hooking her thumb into her sweatpants.

He looked over at her and smiled again. Even in a pair of old sweatpants and a tank top with her amber hair unbrushed and messy, she was still absolutely gorgeous to him. Maybe even more so now that is was noticeable that she was pregnant. He walked over to her and rested his hands on her hips, "I'll get it," He promised. "I have to go. I'll see you later."